Trembling Words

[jinkyung]

I've decided that it would be good for my health and my mind to write a poem (usually free-verse, my favorite) or a short entry (when it doesn't look like poetry enough to be so) each and every day. I might have more than one per day, but you'll find out about such in this lovely thread.

Enjoy if you'd like to stick around and read what I have to write. Otherwise, still have a good day.

These thoughts are filling my mind
in nonsensical ways.
Banging around in my brain, clicking,
Clattering, second-guessing, wondering.

My heart tells me one thing, that's for sure;
You're everything I've been waiting for.

But why do these two control centers
Fight the bloody battles against each other,
Why are they not allied as a universal One?

You are the reason for this dispute,
But do not guard your self.
You are straight in your ways,
An admirable man of
Gentle comfort and intrigue.
Never leave your self behind.

As for me and my intertwining thoughts,
We will find a way to call a truce
On some future stage.

You must not worry, my friend,
For I am most grateful to put these two bodies to work at last.
You've made it something
Worth fighting for.

[Caden Cameron]

Orion

Be it in the moist hug of our humid summer nights,
Or the frozen whispering howls of the winter solstice,
Without fail, Orion is there.

Your star-studded belt, recognizable from wherever you are,
whenever you look up, he is there, in his forever heroic stance.
You remind me of tales of the past, of demigods and mortal humans,
who fight fro the Greater Good, for glory, for love.
Honored above all others, you earn your place forever in the sky.

[Caden Cameron]

the space between us

untouchable, yet existent,
always looming in the far depths of my thoughts.

questions appear, shrouding my mind,
snickering at me, laughing at me,
throwing me down to the ground and kicking me,
why are we so far apart?

we were wonderful before, you know?
we were timeless, classic, we were two of a kind.
now it is different.
i feel that bulge of insecurities and resistance build up,
pushing us our separate ways like similar ends of a magnet;
we can't both push on north can we?

please come back to me
please come and be next to me again.
you were my new hope.
my lovely, sweet, wonderful hope.
why must it change all of a sudden?

come back, come back.
steal away to our old times.
remove this distance between us.

[Luke Pyrrhos]

This one is a bit different, and its more like picking apart something that's been on my mind for a while, so I'm just going to write it down here.

Intrigue

definition: arouse the curiosity or interest of; fascinate.

I personally don't know myself to my fullest yet. I don't think I ever want to either. I know some things about me that are key to defining who I am, but I don't know them all. To tell yourself, "Know who you are before you go and try to find someone else in your life" and live solely on that would be unwise. I believe that there should always be a part of you that you've yet to discover. What would your life be without intrigue?
I want that intrigue, I want that fascination that will stir my senses, that will enlighten me, that will frustrate me to no end, that will make me feel on top of the world. What are we without intrigue? Would we not be much like the robots of which we feel we control? The one difference between us and everything else man-made is that we have minds, we have emotions, and we cannot always control them. Intrigue though, I believe is deeper than an emotion. It is what causes emotions, a systematic component of human life, as well as other living beings, such as animals, depending on the complexity of their mental structure.
We as humans need that intrigue to keep life interesting. That is why we are alway searching for something new and exciting, or stimulating. That stimulation is intrigue, in one way or another. If I knew everything about me down to the centimeter, I feel I would have lived my life to a point where I could go no further. There would be no purpose in looking for anything else. It is what we don't know that keeps us running, is it not?

[Caden Cameron]

[untitled]

You're in charge,
or so they say.

But who really
has the power here?

You, one man,
or the people who
work, sweat, and bleed
under you?

People will rise,
they will stand, and
they will fight

For what is
good, right and pure.

Have faith in your citizens, Captain.
Don't doubt their strength,
especially in numbers.

We the people will rise
to the truth, whether you choose
to join in our revolution or not.

Yes, a revolution.
Men and women,
young and old.
People have been rising
to seek truth and faith
for centuries,

What would stop them now?

Walk carefully, kind sir.
Think before you speak,
think before you act.

Do you hear that?
Listen carefully.
You can try to ignore it,
but they will not cease.

These people will never
stop their thunderous efforts
in seeking for peace and freedom.

So now its your turn,
what will you choose?

[jinkyung]

A brief covering of my characters, as of 5/17. Thought it might be helpful:

[Annabelle Coronova]

Seven months have come and gone.
I've been here frequently since my beginning.
Still I've got that ache inside,
That ache of regression, of loneliness, of hopelessness.

I conjured up faith, believing that it would recede into the edges of the frame,
But still, it lingers ever on.
Feelings of doleful solidarity, like you were the last one chosen when picking teams.
The one that all the girls and boys were talking about, but as you enter, the room goes silent.
What is the word I am looking for?
Its on the tip of my tongue, yet I'm at a loss for words.

Oh yes, it comes to me.
Rejection.
Rejection, rejection, rejection.
No matter how many times you've stumbled in the past, people have helped you up.
But it seems I am the slowest one of you all, the most clumsy.
You've grown tired of picking me up, and instead leave me in the dirt as you carry on in your fashion.
I am alone here, and it hurts more that you left me than the initial fall itself.

Yet you pretend its still a secret, that I don't know what you're made of.
With reluctance, I consider leaving you all behind, but part of me feels that you'd celebrate my absence.


Now left with no idea where to run, hither or thither, I'm at a loss for words, the ache of hopelessness and helplessness overwhelming me.